Fall is coming, my friends... and with it the wistful hope of dying things. I dreamed about my sister last night... that we were at a family get together but I spent all my time doing other, stupid things and then realized as we were all getting in line for a big family picture, that …
What happens when we tell the truth? I'll tell you a secret about truth telling in just a minute... But if I'm honest (which is the goal here), the first thought about what would happen if we tell the truth is: People will get mad and hurt, and I will get ostracized. Why on earth …
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happy things my kitten Marble curling up in my lap, purring loudly till he falls asleep making plans to see my family in Tennessee being offered a cup of ice at the pool (they're fancy at the country club) the kids doing their chores without being asked watching my friends fight for relationship - even …
Let me be clear. My encouragement to you to "tell the truth and say it out loud" does not have anything to do with attacking one another with stored up frustrations. It is about being honest with ourselves first; to stop hiding in excuses and pain, stop fooling ourselves about what is really holding us …
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Summer is a wasteland. A floating myriad of lost hours and extra daylight. We make a point of doing nothing on purpose around my house in the summer, just to balance out all the "have to's" of the school season. It is the way I do it, which doesn't say much for the way it …
In my last blog (which you can see here) I wrote the phrase “...it made more sense than anything in my god-forsaken life” - and I added, “because i’ve been feeling god-forsaken.” I said this as an afterthought of sorts and I realize people reading my blog don’t really know me and don’t know where …
So I'm in therapy. Reading that line back makes me chuckle. I've always known i was a little crazy, it's about time i go to a professional. When Larisa... (i still can't write her name next to the word)... passed, i had a grand revelation and a fire was lit under my directionless hind-end (that's …
...Am I willing to look at all of God, including this ancient, fire breathing, smoke billowing, smiting God, and not cross my arms, stick up my nose in disgust and indignation, turn around and walk away.
I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
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